All Chapters of Craving Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelia had never heard silence ring this loudly. It pressed against her ears in the narrow office, heavier than all the whispers that had chased her through the corridors that morning. Every hallway had seemed to hum with her name, every glance had carried the weight of what they thought they knew.She could read their Judgement on their faces, in their eyes. She wasn't sure what their Judgement was but she was sure many was not Favourable. They had already condemned her before they knew the whole truth. And others? Well, they may be hesitating, not yet decided whether or not she was guilty and should be condemned. But here, with the door closed, it was just the two of them. Julian sat behind his desk as if it could shield him, his posture taut, knuckles white where they gripped the armrest. The man who could command an entire lecture hall with a single measured word now looked as if speaking would cost him something vital.She wanted to break the silence and feared it in the same br

Julian’s private space was not one he opened to anyone. It wasn’t his lecture hall, where words carried authority; nor his office, where every book on the shelf was meant to impress. This was tucked away, hidden behind the faculty housing wing — a sanctuary layered with dark wood, low amber lamps, and the faint trace of leather and tobacco smoke that clung to his skin.When Amelia stepped inside, her breath hitched, not just at the room’s intimacy but at the fact that she was here. Invited. Chosen. Her pulse raced like it had before every exam, only this wasn’t about grades, rules, or lines on paper. It was about the line they were crossing now, alone in the quiet of a man’s world.Julian closed the door behind them with a soft click. That sound made her spine straighten, as though some invisible lock had turned inside her too. His gaze swept her — not the sharp, analytical glance of her professor, but slower, heavier, the way a starving man looked at food he’d denied himself too long

The morning after came softly, as though the world itself knew what had been broken and remade in the quiet, fevered hours before. Pale light slipped through the slats of Julian’s blinds, painting muted gold across his bedroom. The air was heavy with the scent of sex—warm skin, tangled sweat, the faint trace of her perfume still clinging to his sheets. Julian lay awake long before Amelia stirred. He had not expected sleep, not with the taste of her still on his lips, not with the memory of her nails on his back etched into his body. He had crossed the one boundary he had sworn he wouldn’t—teacher and student, professor and protégé. It should have sickened him. Instead, it filled him with a dangerous, aching sweetness he couldn’t shake. She was curled into him, her cheek against his chest, her breath rising and falling in steady rhythm. Strands of her dark hair fanned across him like ink. He could feel every curve of her pressed against his body, the heat of her thighs draped over hi

The hallway outside Julian’s office felt colder than usual, sterile fluorescent lights humming overhead. Julian leaned against the doorframe, hands tucked into his pockets, watching as whispers passed like currents along the walls. He could feel it before he saw it—the ripple of attention, the undercurrent of suspicion. Students glanced toward him with tentative curiosity; colleagues offered polite nods that didn’t reach their eyes. Something had shifted. Amelia walked beside him, notebook clutched tightly in her hands, her expression a fragile mask over nerves she didn’t bother hiding. She sensed it too—the invisible pressure mounting with every passing glance, every murmur that trailed them like a shadow. “They’re talking,” she murmured, barely above breath. Julian’s jaw tightened. “Let them.” He kept his voice low, controlled, but beneath the calm, something snapped—a coil of protectiveness he could no longer contain. They reached the classroom, empty except for the soft hum of

The city had settled into its quiet rhythm, lights twinkling faintly against the darkened skyline. Julian sat at his desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes on the soft glow of his laptop screen—but his thoughts were not on papers, syllabi, or lectures. They were on her. Amelia. The girl who had come into his life uninvited and had changed it totally, completely, turning it upside down, making it a roller coaster. She moved around the apartment silently, barefoot, the hem of her blouse brushing against her thighs, the scent of her lingering in the air like a delicate, intoxicating perfume. Julian watched her, heart quickening in a way it hadn’t in years, a mixture of desire, tenderness, and something deeper—something terrifying and unrelenting: love. “You’re staring again,” she said softly, her voice teasing but warm. She approached him, placing her hand over his, a subtle claim that made his chest tighten. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, a slow grin tugging at his lips. “Every ti